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infatuated and called it love.
    My first time meeting her was after overhearing girls chatter in the hall. Initially my intent was to shut them up, but the lesbian was sitting, crying in the doorway of a room with five nosey girls surrounding her. Anyone with a curiosity bone would have investigated the scene as quickly as I did. The snot was oozing from her nose, but she was too upset to care and never bothered to wipe it away. Slurs through her beer breath had all of us standing close enough to comfort her, yet far enough to inhale fresh air.
    Between sobs, the lesbian managed, “I mean why? That bitch, I did everything for her. Gave her anything she wanted!”
    Her head fell back in desperation or exhaustion and hit the doorjamb. She didn’t seem to care about this either. With a sudden burst of anger she yelled, “Fucking dick! She went for a dick!”
    The six of us listened to the obvious pain she was going through. A few paid attention with curiosity rather than compassion until she mumbled, “I love her.” Then they tilted their heads to the side and swooned as if they really understood. She cried with her head between her knees as we all hovered without a shred of advice to give.
    Rachel, a short black-haired beauty, was the first to say anything at all and the first to help this girl to her feet. She spoke with a smooth, even tone as she looked to me, silently asking for a hand in guiding the lesbian down the hall. My place at that moment was under the arm of the broken hearted as we carried the lesbian and the weight of her burden successfully to her room.
    We asked if there was anything she wanted before turning out the light. She never said a word. The lesbian walked to her bed, sat for a second, walked to the other bed, and lay in the scent of her lover’s empty sheets. We shut the door on her torment and exhaled in relief.
     
    “This is too intense for me. I need a smoke,” I said as I tucked my hair behind my ears and turned to walk away.
    To my surprise, Rachel followed me to the doorway of my room down the hall. She was excited to accompany me on a forbidden smoke break in the wood line, where someone had cleared an area and created seating out of fallen trees. After we grabbed our coats, we walked to it in the dark, stopping at the edge where a street lamp burned bright to light our cigarettes before pushing on into the trees where the glow didn’t reach. We walked onward to the strategically placed clearing as we talked about simple things like how she loved smoking in the dark because she enjoyed seeing the fire burn brighter when she inhaled. Her black contrasting hair over pale white skin captivated me as we discussed the lesbian’s issues and my bisexuality. She listened intently with widespread brown eyes as I explained my first love’s and Angel’s rejection.
    It was awkward to recognize my growing attraction to Rachel, but she was comfortable with flirtation. Before my finished cigarette became the reason to end our conversation, another one miraculously appeared between my lips while her head was turned. I patted every pocket, searching for the lighter that must have fallen out through a hole.
    Rather than hand me her lighter, Rachel held it to my smoke with the flame ready. She lit my cigarette in the dim getaway while possessing me with her sparkling chocolate eyes. The night chill took over our bodies. We joked how each drag of the cigarette temporarily stopped our shivering. We giggled and shook as the air grew colder.
    Because I became comfortable, I was compelled to tell Rachel of my interest in her. She listened to my compliments without flinching or disgust. She was patient and nonjudgmental as I expressed my admiration. Her smile simply broadened before she clarified her preference for men with a coy head turn to the side that was somewhat contradicting.
    I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed or even rejected. I felt accomplishment for my first real expression of interested in